The love that used to be is love no moreNot in Heavens, below, above no more

The angel fallen forming feathers blackIn grave of butterflies, is dove no more

Which once gave me the wings to fly and willIt gave me love and chains and strove no more

For ages Baker has forgotten ofHis unbaked dough, i burn in stove no more

This thrush once where he sings his songs of loveIt snows, spring leaves, visits that grove no more

Still Yousuf comes and goes in drunken dreamsBut there’s desire nor lust nor love no more

Yousuf bin Mohammad is a resident of Delhi, where he works as digitization assistant with Juma al Majid Center for Culture and Heritage while pursuing physics by distance. He is equally interested in poetry, psychology and philosophy as well.